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You say a million dollars Like the lottery Baby you are worth more than the highest of jackpots your arms are warm and they welcome me in and I breathe in the priceless scent of your skin and I say my day wasn't worth my time because your lips couldn't seem to find mine. But the eighty six thousand four hundred moments are worthless seconds not worth a day without you so yes, when I heard you were coming I lit up like the sky on the fourth of July like my independence has finally rung and your hand running down my rib cage was the signing of a declaration and your voice was a song rejoicing the holiday kneading words of freedom into my spine with your fingertips feeding me love with each sway of our hips and I'll never let go of the feeling of your lips on the top of my head as you wish me off to bed good night and sweet dreams and I'll write again soon but I wish You could stay and we could just watch the moon for hours and days and watch all of the phases and bask in the wonder of the shadowy surface and the lack of utter emptiness because your company fills me completely and everything makes sense when youre with me like a crossword done in pen correctly nothing can erase the nothings whispered to me the things you've made me see the changes you've caused in me. I used to never believe in change but now I'm seeing things turn strange I'm suddenly making new wishes At eleven past eleven and my happiness is the one I’m working towards because my happiness is yours and your smile sends an arrow through my heart Cupid did his best to aim, while no robin hood could understand how much an arrow through the chest can feel like a mess but my heart’s is your hands youll protect it, I know. No, robin hood could never understand No undead, or no ghost Could ever feel a love So much that it hurts And no sweater keeps me warm Like the ones that you’ve worn Like the palm of your hand On a cold rainy night Like the pulse through your veins through my lips on your neck It all comes down to the hope you bring To the way you make me see Everything will be okay. I know you hate those words But they fly around us all like birds above our heads flying south, Longing for the long days and sunrays And leaving behind our lonely minds And that’s when we forget Everything will be okay. I love to tell you that I love the way my mouth doesn’t catch my tongue in a complicated trap When I try to get my words out. With you, its easy It flows right through your malleus incus and stapes To your nerve In your system But my words don’t make me nervous, They make you home. They make you the smell of brownies after a long day of tears A smile greeting you when you walk down carpeted stairs And the heat of an embrace that extracts all your fears And the one who reminds you Everything will be okay.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Sweater
You say a million dollars Like the lottery Baby you are worth more than the highest of jackpots your arms are warm and they welcome me in and I breathe in the priceless scent of your skin and I say my day wasn't worth my time because your lips couldn't seem to find mine. But the eighty six thousand four hundred moments are worthless seconds not worth a day without you so yes, when I heard you were coming I lit up like the sky on the fourth of July like my independence has finally rung and your hand running down my rib cage was the signing of a declaration and your voice was a song rejoicing the holiday kneading words of freedom into my spine with your fingertips feeding me love with each sway of our hips and I'll never let go of the feeling of your lips on the top of my head as you wish me off to bed good night and sweet dreams and I'll write again soon but I wish You could stay and we could just watch the moon for hours and days and watch all of the phases and bask in the wonder of the shadowy surface and the lack of utter emptiness because your company fills me completely and everything makes sense when youre with me like a crossword done in pen correctly nothing can erase the nothings whispered to me the things you've made me see the changes you've caused in me. I used to never believe in change but now I'm seeing things turn strange I'm suddenly making new wishes At eleven past eleven and my happiness is the one I’m working towards because my happiness is yours and your smile sends an arrow through my heart Cupid did his best to aim, while no robin hood could understand how much an arrow through the chest can feel like a mess but my heart’s is your hands youll protect it, I know. No, robin hood could never understand No undead, or no ghost Could ever feel a love So much that it hurts And no sweater keeps me warm Like the ones that you’ve worn Like the palm of your hand On a cold rainy night Like the pulse through your veins through my lips on your neck It all comes down to the hope you bring To the way you make me see Everything will be okay. I know you hate those words But they fly around us all like birds above our heads flying south, Longing for the long days and sunrays And leaving behind our lonely minds And that’s when we forget Everything will be okay. I love to tell you that I love the way my mouth doesn’t catch my tongue in a complicated trap When I try to get my words out. With you, its easy It flows right through your malleus incus and stapes To your nerve In your system But my words don’t make me nervous, They make you home. They make you the smell of brownies after a long day of tears A smile greeting you when you walk down carpeted stairs And the heat of an embrace that extracts all your fears And the one who reminds you Everything will be okay.
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
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